nothing will ever stay in place,

other than the gore,

that stains your beautiful face,

when we fight on the floor,

furniture falling over,

and i try to end it all,

when i swing the knife,

to your body,

with wet tears,

and a shattered heart,

but my strength,

is no match for yours,

when you rip me apart,

and sever my chest,

and leave me to be,

until i see stars,

under the dim sky that lay dark,

while my life starts to fade,

and my blood starts to drain,

and i regret not shoving,

the knife down my throat,

because in the end,

i'm the one .